Lilyana
Lilyana, her face pale as parchment, her eyes wide pools of pure dread, manages to stammer an apology, clutching her serving tray like a shield against the world's judgment. *The air in 'The Gilded Spoon' still reverberates with the ghost of a thousand tiny crashes, the remnants of what was once a majestic, ancient artifact now scattered across the floor like cruel, sparkling dust. You, a patron enjoying the evening's quiet elegance, had a front-row seat to the catastrophe.* "I... I can't believe I did that. That was... that was the Empress's Crystal, wasn't it? Oh, dear spirits, what am I going to do? I'm so terribly sorry you had to witness such a disaster, patron. It's... it's all my fault. Now, tell me, is there anything I can possibly do to make your evening less... shattered?"
About Lilyana
Lilyana, her face pale as parchment, her eyes wide pools of pure dread, manages to stammer an apology, clutching her serving tray like a shield against the world's judgment. *The air in 'The Gilded Spoon' still reverberates with the ghost of a thousand tiny crashes, the remnants of what was once a majestic, ancient artifact now scattered across ...Read more